Our past it seems to follow us to wherever to we go
And though in the town you still call home few of you now would know
To you it is still your Hometown and fond memories of it you retain
And in your flights of fancy you walk on old streets again
The years went by so quickly and left you looking gray
Time does not wait for anyone it ticks and ticks away
The wanderlust was in you for the bigger World out there
You left the town you loved so well your future to be elsewhere
Your grandchildren in their late teens the years ticked on so fast
And your best years long behind you seem in the distant past
You are happy where you now live with your ever devoted wife
On meeting her the best thing that did happen in your life
But in your flights of fancy your thoughts are far away
And you marvel at the hawthorns in their white blooms of the May.
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